Repairing Broken Things.
I started to take down the decorations today, I wanted it all done before the girls come back on Monday.
I was going great guns, until my husband decided to help me. He sealed up the Christmas tree box - fine.
Then he decided to get one of my prized decorations down, from on top of the bookcase. It was a china set of 3 Father Christmas Russian dolls. I'd bought it in a sale some years ago, and was very expensive.
I told him not to bother, but he did anyway. The consequence was he dropped the biggest one, and it smashed to pieces. I still have the 2 smaller ones, but I'm very upset, not to say angry.
He said he was trying to help, but I'd done everything else on my own!
The things in my blip I was able to repair. One was broken by a child, one chewed by a cat, and the Christmas tree musical box fell apart with old age.